wasted... on a weeknight again
ain't gettin' up early for work anyway, anymore
cast stones at my only friend
I hit the ceiling 'till I crash on the floor
I feel so damn absurd
can't seem to get a grip on what has occured
try to swing the favor to my own defense
I try to make amends
crashed out on the couch once again
surrounded by some folks that I don't seem to recognize
my alter ego has gotten his way
post-mortem days has got me coverd with flies
I feel so damn absurd
can't someone fill me in on what has occured
try to swing the favor to my own defense
I try to make amends
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